Title: Ruling the Mob
Author: Kristen Luciani
Genre: Mafia Romance
Publication Date: September 20th, 2018
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Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling author and momtrepreneur with a penchant for stilettos, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intendedâ¦
Screwing the Mob -
Ruling the Mob -âHeâs coming. Heâs coming!â
âBe prepared. Be ready. Be careful.
âYou have a lot of responsibilities, Nico.â
Bits of conversations ricochet off the walls of my mind, eating away at my confidence to uncover an all-consuming fear that lurks inside me like a predator ready to strike.
Because heâs out there. I know it, Dad knows it, the guys know it.
And most of all, he knows it.
Fear makes you weak.
Weakness gets you killed.
I slide out of the passenger seat of my Audi R8, my feet landing on the concrete of my driveway. I slam the door shut and walk the few feet to the front door. Shaye is waiting for me on the other side, hopefully wearing nothing but the apron she uses when she cooks dinner. My stomach growls, but Iâm not hungry. Not for food, anyway.
I slide my key into the lock and grasp the brass doorknob, ready to turn, ready to put this day behind me. Each day is just like the lastâ¦work, work, work, wonderâ¦work some moreâ¦wonder some more. Itâs the wondering part that has my brain twisted. I never wonder. I always know.
But this time, Iâm a sitting duck, waiting for the hunter.
I donât f*cking like it one bit, and the loss of control is crippling. And I donât know how much longer I can bury this shit and hang on to my last shreds of sanity. Sometimes I think these mind fucks are worse than someone putting a bullet in my brain.
I push open the door, but the house is dark. Even the kitchen. One light is on. Upstairs, in my bedroom. Maybe she decided to just order pizza. Later. Works for me. The sooner I can get Shaye naked, the sooner I can dive inside of her and escape all of this other bullshit. Then, itâll just be us.
The way I wanted it to be.
The way I know it never can be.
I toss my keys into a bowl on the hall table, nearly missing it because I canât really see it. I kick off my shoes and take the stairs two at a time. Seconds pass and Iâm no closer to the top. The staircase looms above me. The faster I jog upward, the faster the steps seem to regenerate.
What the fuck is happening?
I place my hand on the railing, but I donât feel the smooth wood grain along my palm. Instead, itâs submerged into a sticky, gel-like-liquidâ¦like quicksand. I yank and pull, but itâs useless. My hand is stuck.
I use my other hand as leverage and slap it against the wall. But it slices through the sheetrock, which morphs into the same type of gummy substance. I blink hard at the stairs that seem to lead into the heavens, stairs I canât even climb because Iâm literally stuck to the wall. My heart thumps against my ribcage, blood rushing between my ears.
I canât move. But maybe I can scream. If Shaye is upstairs, sheâll hear me and weâll figure this out together. âShaye!â My mind hears the scream, but my mouth is still closed tight. I try to force my lips apart, but theyâre stuck. Just like my body.
My ears perk up. Sheâs calling me! She is here! I try again. âShaye!â
Nothing. Nothing but the shrieks that follow my name. And thenâ¦
âHelp me, Nico!â
A loud crash follows, along with a sinister laugh.
I know that laugh. Iâve never heard it before, but I know it.
I yank my body left and right, trying to free my hands. Nothing.
Bile rises in my throat. I need to break free. Now. All the preparation, all of the planningâ¦none of it matters. This shit is happening now, and I finally need to reclaim my life. I tug and pull some more as her screams get louder and more desperate. I have to get upstairs now. I canât see through walls, but my gut tells me exactly what I need to knowâ¦Shaye is in danger. Itâs knowledge Iâve kept buried for years and unleashed without a solid plan for how I can protect her.
It may be too lateâ¦